Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh,

Had a fully automatic came with a cooling kit.

Glocks and sticks on my body, when we ride we getting busy-

Wocky in my cup, glocky on my waist, got yerkies in my system-

Percolated vision, percolated vision, I got sticks and switches on my pistol, you gon’ end up missing.

You a paparazzi b*tch!

On my body, she a hottie, hop in my Ferrari.

I just left the party, I’m off Molly, I’m off every toxin.

(Mhm) I’m hella rich I pulled the Vette right off the f*ckin lot. (Mhm) That fully automatic stick, well who gon come and stop më. (mhm)

They f*ck a lot, then talk a lot, I put Audemars on my watch.

Yo b*tch going and she got it.

Trish outa f*cking stock, my wrist showing, every-time I pop walking dead I got my Rick on. I’m not talking bout The Walking Dead, I’m talking Rick Owen’s on the boots.

Who gon die? Who gon’ shoot?

This bih wanna f*ck but I already knew!

I carry my weight, like Isaac Newton.

I need më some henchmen, you know I’m recruiting.

Gon pull up with choppas and sticks then we boom em.

I’m at the top of the floor and the king of the hill, like the monëy consuming më.

This b*tch pulling up and she doing më.

 Why you talking that sh*t but not shooting më.

Wocky in my cup, Glocky on my waist and she giving up.

It’s oppies in the spot and we airing it out .

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh,

Had a fully automatic came with a cooling kit-

Glocks and sticks on my body when we ride we getting busy-

Wocky in my cup, Glocky on my waist got terminating my system (system)